That innocence
The woman defies explanation. And, try as I might, I still can't adequately describe her. It's like looking into the sun and trying to describe its brightness. Boy, you'll go blind doing that. What’s the analogy for words, though? Perhaps, if I keep staring into her brightness, I'll run out of words. Will I ever run out of words for her delicate features, luminous skin, and everything that lies beneath? Only God knows. It's like she’s from another time and place that never existed where people are true and fair and honest to a fault. So authentic. So innocent. So pure. I want to put a smile on her face and laughter on her lips for the rest of her life. She deserves that and more. She radiates something to which I gravitate. I've never been able to name that thing. It's her. It's something in her I fell in love with years ago. That innocence. Does she know what it does to me? She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Inside and out. I'd li...